Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

In The Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887) - Poem by Thomas Hardy

I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline
Where Rome and dim Etruria interjoin,
Till came a child who showed an ancient coin
That bore the image of a Constantine.

She lightly passed; nor did she once opine
How, better than all books, she had raised for me
In swift perspective Europe's history
Through the vast years of Caesar's sceptred line.

For in my distant plot of English loam
'Twas but to delve, and straightway there to find
Coins of like impress. As with one half blind
Whom common simples cure, her act flashed home
In that mute moment to my opened mind
The power, the pride, the reach of perished Rome.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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